a poe-m

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Black and white
shoulder rider
a chatty young man…that was Poe

Kitten raiser
Older cat cuddler
Box sleeper…that was Poe

You died on a Saturday night
A gasp, collapse, then open eyes
Gone in one beat…that was Poe

Rest in peace, my sweet cat
Morning feedings to treats at night
We feel the void without you

why did you go?…our Poe Dameron.

Often our pets are called ‘fur babies.’  My cats and dog are not babies. They are grown-ass adults in their own right. They are family. The grief is real. The sorry is raw. The helplessness and anger. The pain is fresh as I start the week.

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Poe, you will be missed. You will not be forgotten. You are still loved.

Hug your pet(s) today for me.

zooey